Link 18 Apr 17 notes Anh này, anh kể gì đó về Hà Nội cho em một lý do để đến đấy đi được không anh :) ?»
Quote 17 Apr 44 notes

sometimes I wonder if we would ever meet, and then I start musing. Our bodies are like burning flames, and we’d make an oven under blankets. You press my body against yours, I place my hand on your chest, body wrapped around body, like an unfolding rose.

the morn­ing light comes, and the stars begin to fade.

you will hold me like this in the summer breeze and pass the time in my com­pany, alive to every moment we’re together. I want to hold you like this when the window cracked open and welcoming the winter wind, so we may truly know what it is to be warm and com­fort­able. I will run my hands through your curly hair, touching the outline of your lips, and you run your fingers along the softness of my curves, so we may learn every land­mark and feature, every beauty spot, and never forget.

I want you to read to me your favorite books, so they can take me to where they’ve taken you. Seeing the sparks in your eyes, hearing you joking, feeling the rush of your skin. Telling each other about our happiness and despair, our rights and wrongs, seasons come and seasons go, angels and devils. Breathing in the still silence. Waking up to find us next to each other’s skin, lost in slum­ber, for there can be no other such sim­ple happiness.

there, right there - this is where I’m per­fectly con­tent, at a loss for words and translation.

but I know it won’t last for­ever. We’ll soon be gone. I could be sad, but I’d rather be happy instead. As if I could look into your beautiful brown eyes and read your mind, “It’s not love, but I’ve fallen for this muse in my arms, tender, and tranquil.”

— somebody wrote this for me long long ago
Link 16 Apr 24 notes Ước mơ của anh là gì?»
Quote 15 Apr 34 notes
one day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

and you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.
— ned hepburn
Link 14 Apr 5 notes what is your favourite part on a woman's body?»
Text 13 Apr 5 notes

Anonymous asked: is there a project that you're working?

I have some on-going photography projects which you can follow at http://triplenses.tumblr.com/.

however, in the present I only have time to focus on opening Café Nhà Sàn. Well, you can say I’m working on a project to ensure all the future ones hahah.

Text 13 Apr 9 notes

Anonymous asked: You kinda look like one of the kids that do humans of hanoi - are you one of them?

he’s one of my friends, people often say we look like twins. I’m not related to that project in any way.

Link 13 Apr 26 notes Một lần tôi gặp cậu ở Bảo tàng Mỹ thuật, chúng ta vô tình giao tiếp với nhau, cậu nói xong rồi cười, cảm giác rất gần gũi. 'Cậu ta cười thân thiện thế ư, với mình ư, thế giới đã tiến đến nấc thang này rồi cơ à'. Bất giác nghĩ thế thôi. Rồi từ sau đó tôi mến cậu. Đến giờ.»
Link 12 Apr 4 notes People know you're kind of a lady killer. Are you afraid of hurting your girlfriend's feelings? Coz I guess she knows, too.»
Text 12 Apr 25 notes //

hàng cây sao
xao xác
quét trời sao
quét giấc chiêm bao
tí tách 
vỡ 
bình minh
lỡ cỡ
câu thơ xưa
viết về dấu ngựa
đã lâu rồi
ngựa quên nẻo 
sang thu
con sẻ đã
ngủ quên 
mùa
lá nở
tôi tìm hái lấy cây cổ thụ
về làm nhà
em sẽ 
nằm mơ
hái lấy giấc mơ nào
chín mọng
thôi chúng ta
đừng tỉnh dậy 
bao giờ.

12.04.2014


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